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| My Pond |
Here's a verse from the past,
from a farmer to his local tax office. After losing his tax disc
Farmer;
Glenluce
Southwest Scotland
I dinna say am faultless,when exercising care,
On looking' at the screen ae day, the licence wisna there,
I needna mak' excuses,as tae how that cam tae pass,
so sen' me oot anither ane, an be a nice wee lass.
Reply from the Council.
Every morning, every night,
Check your screen and
keep things right.
If perchance your "disc"
is slipping,
try a glue a bit more gripping.
Local Tax Officers compliments;
Thank you for the first laugh of the day.
( didn't they do well?)
The above is one of hundreds! no thousands! of verses, poems, rhymes, that are one off classics from our past, laying in wait to be seen and can be! in the archives of our government offices, old libraries are also a good place for them to wait, hidden in books by their writers.
You will be introduced to a more compassionate time.
Oh how I wish... I could be, talented just like the rest of thee.
Agman.
